Bar Harbor and Acadia
Trip Start Aug 05, 2009
15Trip End Aug 19, 2009
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We've decided that the east coast has really good PR. It must. Everything seems slightly better than when you actually get there to see it for yourself. That's not to say that places we're visiting aren't great. They are. It is just that what passes here for a "must see" or is billed over the top with superlatives is just really, well, great.
We drove up to Bar Harbor today to see Acadia. It is the second most visited park in the National Park system and, as our innkeeper (and countless others) described it, it is reputedly "breathtaking -- something you'll remember for the rest of your life." It was nice. In fact, it was really nice. But we're jaded by a degree of natural beauty in California that most people apparently cannot even begin to imagine.
Oh well. We had a really nice late lunch at Jordan Pond House in the park. We ate under an umbrella on the lawn with a really nice view of the pond. It really was a very nice setting. All in all, it was a great day and we're both glad that we saw the park and that part of the Maine coast.
We went back to Table for dinner again tonight. That place exceeds all superlatives and yet virtually none are cast in their direction. We had some great drinks in the bar -- I had a blueberry martini made with a blueberry vodka that is distilled near Freeport. Local blueberry vodka and a small hand full of blueberries...why wouldn't that be a great drink?!
We had a salad and then we both had a divine grilled cod served with a blueberry and chipotle chile reduction that was almost black. It was a delicious combination and served with summer squash and mashed potatoes. Oh, my God, were we happy!!
The night sky tonight is amazing as well. Not a cloud in it and because we're so far away from any serious civilization, you can see billions of stars in the sky and the Milky Way which we almost never see at home. When we arrived back at the country inn after dinner a little while ago, we could hear the howling of what sounded like a fairly large pack of wolves in the distance. Just the sound of the Maine woods in summer, I guess.
Tomorrow we're going to find a pottery studio that is quite renowned in these parts and then we're driving back south to stay in Camden for a few days. The relaxation is well-ensconced in me now (although the pesky head/chest cold is still lingering...).
Where I stayed
Blue Hill Farm Country Inn